July 2nd, 2006. Beau is doing well lately. He's in a phase where he likes to set of every alarm he has. His nurses say this is perfectly normal and will probably last for a few weeks. He's also began fighting harder with his breathing tube. He's breathing over the machine and constantly trying to pull the tube out. Self extibation is not fun! He's so funny. His primary nurses constanly watch his right hand. He sneeks it up real slow before finally grabbing ahold of the tube and pulling on it while pulling his head back. He's also got a new trick where he grabs the tube and turns his head away from it. Two self extibations later and we've all caught on to what he's up to. The respitory therapists would like to try him on a CPAP next time he pulls out his tube. We'll see how he does with it. He could do great and never see an intibation tube again or he could fail and stay intibated. Course he could flip flop between the two of them too. We'll see what happens.

So we went out and bought him all these nice new blankets, washed and dried them all nice and go our smell on them... and the next day he's pooped all over them! Yes, my son, mister I had to be moved up to the next size diaper cause the ones that fit me don't hold it all. Mister droopy drawers himself has made a mess of not one, but three blankets! Ohhhh the joys of a boy with a healthy digestive tract. Hehehehe. I'm still so in love.

Keep up the good thoughts and prayers, I know I am! Thank you.